a western
rider in fog
his days of moving
over blue sand
yellow hills blue
gullies a mask
against which
the plain agitates
water hole
he said he sought
water hole
my new language
my horse
white wind
bare cave
north flat
stirs at the
far crack language
always begins
like this a circle
of ash weathered bone
burned its imprint
in rock's underside
a circle of home
laid waste paint
on sand eye
the murdered letters
in whose smoke
hills dance choppy
choppy rock-edge
tilts up under
fire-burial
chip-flake
the no voice
the border stone
the fallen wall
the damaged signpost
a wind mark
the memory of trade
the calico
pleats
the array
the memory of town
telegraph padlock
billow of wives
arsenal
near air
where porches were
in ribbon's domain
gesture
pulverized by cliff
and gust
the function of the name
cancelled
against the flint margin
the border
is now everywhere
traders thread it
it fissures in its clefts
new borders harden
it ends
sun turns
past frost patch
a pine
devoid of location
in place of his distance
from the settlement
not even a town
a clan
in the furred hills
lawless the king
of the thickets
the shack trail
impasse
marked by pebbles
depicting an arrow
not even talk
for days
the torn can
on cliff top
blackening
in the sun strokes
the law maker
studies brambles
wells the grain
of what walls in
the entrance
to the home of speech
a system of guards
long light
the screeching grassland
a hawk signals
rain
or approaching war
their names
hidden
within the world
they saw shadows
move among them
in the open shelter
penny whistle
prairie dog
lull
hoot
dying on the air
gulps hard
song tag
splintered
dropped off
under ice stars
stiff sod
footfall
far out
in the basin
the rock tongue
throws back
shrills
from brush country
a small light
carries far
in the flatlands
runs clear
across seventy miles
of partial cover
a hole through which
the rim rider
can read sign
by sky tone
and how breeze feels
on the cheek
shapes himself
to the fork
of the plain's shape
same old stream
twenty years
froze over
cracked rock moss
calcified
gray-pink a few voices
being born
in the furrows
the green strip
broken out
crops
the wet blade
rooted far down
a curlycue
briar light-spindled
formed whole
dropped
on the brim
sun's long
and smeared
behind the fog
morning prayer
needs
the swarming bone
by the ant hill
whitens with noon
the barn sags
toward death
cold apples tuning
night birds
the wings of the dawn
boards the wood
the field settles
owl light
twitter a voice
in the head
bent
through years
my old name
brother
lintel the volumes
a road pack
to the crossing
for payment
hired a battle
spied
the wheel gone
up east
my old picture
the blaze
in the mill
sacrificed
a string of days
for betrayal inherit
buckle globe
dried strap
no room for
a branch
to hang a mirror on
strip out of
my old house
disengaged
the mail route
have let drop
the stamp
from the name of it
white decay
spaded over
the shoots
a soil turning
pale green
cast up
straws
whipped across
the grooves
scraped out
grove bald
hilltop
maps the seams
the boundary ages
grassgrown
easter tide
the forest party
three months silence
a thick coil
hooked fallen
at the tree base
empty avenues
in our holdings
untitled creeks
broom piles
and sloped webs
within a year
on the raked floor
cocoon
hollow message
the bark shaped
like a signature
under his thumbs
emptiness
voluptuous mermaid
isolate
sand station
carves
cheap bible
sayings candy
motto the river
leavings
unburied air
the rafters smoke out
blood odor
voluptuous mermaid
water stain
rust the apostle
swine dragon
whore inhabit
speechless days
the slow season
perch south
study dust
a slug track
the rail stuck
with knife pictures
chipping torsos
his ghost hall
on moon ridge
any morning
see sack blanket
oat the post
wake
in light of
massacre
roar
chilled up
in twig wall
mud bundle
packed in
snow animal's
river blizzard
word
for flame
trading dialect
memorized
ice months
otter log
pelt cut haft
for when it melts
now mend flaps
dam up nest
edge outside
black wind
the faceless
barricade
sucking through
reed beneath
the smoke gash
my winter hole
warm
against night
rumbles
in dream tongue
a hum
coiling
like in small hills
the fur waves
river track
lassoing
the bent current
drinks land
eyes
the dock dwindling
in dust light
the body air
speck bridge
a tree line
go down into
marsh points
rain crevice
the sweep
deckless
a swing run
caped
wind-slipped
the skated
hatch tilt
cleaves
a road
on top of
the world
the knit frame
armstruck
pole haul
the sliding among
black criss cross
wood stand
the gone
a stretched memory
a tune core
plain flower
creases
the vapor trail
in stampede
the rock forms
flicker
meadow
sky
the cloud house
springs open
the ground drums
never saw
a mask like that
before
trees in mouth
mountains poking
through nostrils
the ears
crammed with thunder
the eyes feathered suns
trailing fire
over gashed soil
the horizon rolls
its dividing belly
the weight of the mask
pulls the sky tight
the concave cliffs
soak up voices
from the nests
and pulsing bushes
the sound
dives
into its own echo
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